The Shape of Grief

  For months, I have been trying to feel the shape of my grief. The experience of losing my Aunt Terry reminded me a lot of losing my father. And not just because I thought of her as my mother. In both instances, there was the phone call I...

When You’ve Gotta Go

  The nightmares always begin as dreams: I am out at a party, I am out grocery shopping, I am wandering around a familiar-seeming large house, I am at the Bally’s gym in Mesa, AZ I used to go to with my parents in the 1990s. Pedestrian nighttime musings...

Let It Snow

We are waiting for it to snow today. Weather forecasts raised the alarm nearly a week ago that we should be expecting five to eight inches of snow. Five to eight inches is not an impossible amount for Columbus: the winters routinely include several inches of the fluffy white...

Reflections

At the end of every June, the firm I work for has a conference. Everyone from the firm is invited to get together in one place. The timing of the conference coincides with annual promotion season and a large part of the conference is dedicated to announcing and celebrating...

Know Hanukkah, No Christmas?

My first memory of Hanukkah was when I was seven years old and my father was invited to come and teach the kids in my third grade elementary school class about Hanukkah. I have no clue whose idea this was. My parents were not ones to be involved in...

For Aunt Terry

The following is the eulogy I delivered at our beloved Aunt Terry’s memorial on October 20, 2018. One of my first memories of Aunt Terry is when she invited me to attend a period of the elementary math class she taught. I was seven years old. My parents, my...

One More Time, With No Feeling

This past Tuesday, traffic at a country highway intersection in Northwest Indiana had been stopped by two county police officers: there had recently been an accident at the intersection and emergency vehicles needed to cross the highway to get the unfortunate individuals to the hospital. I sat stopped in...